Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: Come poor sinners come and dwell
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: 551
Page Number: 283, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsCOME, poor sinners, come and dwell
For aye with Christ our treasure:
Come, he will your bosoms swell,
With heaven's enrapt'ring pleasure.
Mortals who with folly side,
Leave your scenes of pleasure;
Come, and with this Christ abide,
He's an endless treasure.
Mortals come and taste awhile,
The purest joy of feeling:
Come, receive the Saviour's smile,
And prove his powers of healing.
He can calm the soul to rest,
Soothe the force of anguish:
Every one is freely blest-
None allow'd to languish.
Hushed is every inward fear,
Every sorrow banished;
Silenced every troubling care,
Every grief is vanished.
Joy supreme within, the soul
Knows no bounds to pleasure;
For the heart without control,
Feeds on Christ her treasure.
Come, and drink, poor souls, of love,
Enjoy the sweets of feeling;
Feed on Christ, who reigns above,
And own his art of healing.
Let the heavenly calm of love,
Be thy choicest treasure;
Come, poor souls, forevermore,
With Christ to endless pleasure.